Bertram Wooster huddled under the stairs, limbs tense as if some greater effort might shrink his shivering frame into even deeper shadow. No use. The black-suited man popped Bertie out like a cork from a particularly ill-fit bottle.
Dark eyes took in the ruin Eustace had made of Bertie’s coat.
The man frowned.
Bertie cringed. He knew he was in for a whipping.
“Come now, Master Bertram. No need for tears.” With a few swift strokes of a needle he had the buttons back, firm as ever. “See. All set to rights.”
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“Hullo?” A male voice inquired.
Bertram Wooster huddled under the stairs, limbs tense as if some greater effort might shrink his shivering frame into even deeper shadow. No use. The black-suited man popped Bertie out like a cork from a particularly ill-fit bottle.
Dark eyes took in the ruin Eustace had made of Bertie’s coat.
The man frowned.
Bertie cringed. He knew he was in for a whipping.
“Come now, Master Bertram. No need for tears.” With a few swift strokes of a needle he had the buttons back, firm as ever. “See. All set to rights.”
And it was.